one: We’re having a birthday party for my big guy this week, and I’m racking my brain to figure out how in the world to make bright red frosting for some Superman cupcakes. Theres strawberries and beets purees, but I’m not sure my four year old wants pink cupcakes! Has anyone had luck making a red frosting?!
two: I’m reading this book right now and it’s fantastic.
I bought used on Amazon $3 and it was worth every penny. I had planned on giving it away on the blog once I was done, but I mainly read it in the tub at night and it’s pretty waterlogged!
three: Today I was a crappy mom. It was just one of those days where you are ready to get those munchkins in bed and start over tomorrow. I apologized to my kids twice today (something I should do more) for yelling at them over something stupid.
four: I was an even crappier wife today. I’ll just leave it at that
five: Elijah has his first soccer game this weekend, and seeing him in that uniform just melts me. He has the best coaches. They just want the game to be fun! I love that. At his first practice, he was a little skeptical and hid behind my husband the whole hour. At the end of the practice Coach Joey told him to “keep coming back”. For whatever reason, several times a day, he tells me…. “The coaches say keeeeeeeeeeep coming back. So I guess we should.” (After typing that out, I realize there’s no way to portray his innocence and cuteness through words on a screen. Just trust me… it’s adorable.)
But he loves soccer now, and is having a ball (pun intended). He’s the youngest on the team, and it thrilled to just be running around aimlessly chasing the kids who have the ball. Ahhhh… if I could just freeze time.
six: We finally planted our tomatoes in the greenhouse today. I can’t stress enough that this is the best. time. of. the. year!!!! This picture doesn’t look like much, but in about 4 months it’ll be a 6 foot tall tree producing more tomatoes that we know what to do with. Good problem, huh!?
seven: Speaking of gardening, this will be the first year that I can put my 4 year old to work. He’s always loved “helping water”, but that used to just mean drowning one bed and leaving the rest bone dry. He’s got the hang of it this year! Woo hoo!